"What the hell, Derek?!" Kate climbed up Derek's window, "What are you doing to yourself?"
Kate caught Derek eating Ben & Jerry's in his room. There were already 2 empty cups on the floor.
"Is that your werewolf belly, or your broken heart?"
Instead of shooting Kate his grumpy cat look, Derek's eyes started tearing up.
"Oh no, no, no, sweetie!" Kate jumped to his bed and hugged him, "Shhh, don't do this to me, Derek. Don't you cry you ass, Shhh. What the hell are you doing with those ice creams though?! Do you want your gut to get big and say goodbye to your wonderland of a body?"
"Shut up." Derek wiped his tears and got to smile a bit, "you're the one who told me that eating ice cream helps."
"But not tons of them, loser." she sighed and got up, "Come on, we need to get you an actual, breathing Ben and Jerry."
"What do you mean?" Derek ate a spoonful of Chocolate Therapy.
"You're still available and you gotta let the market know." Kate winked and pulled Derek, "Now, come on! Stop bawling and start crawling on another man's bed."
"I don't know, Kate…"
"Bah!" she pouted and let him go, "I don't get you. I don't get this whole love thing."
"Don't you, Kate?" Peter barged in, "You may be a sociopathic bitch, but I know you can love. Remember Ale-."
"—SHUT UP!" she growled.
"Okay, okay!" Peter let out a chortle and turned to Derek, "Aren't you done locking yourself up and crying like a child, Derek? Is this a gay thing? Oh my God, is my daughter like this too when it comes to the kitsune?!" Peter showed fatherly concern on his face.
After Kate convinced Derek to get his lovely ass off his bed and get a life, he went to his pack and had training. After a session of tiring punches and kicks and blows(not that blow okay), he drove his betas home.
"So, Derek," Isaac said turning to the driver's seat, "uhh…Stiles…"
His alpha gave him 'The Look'.
"Ohh," Isaac bit his lip and Derek took his glare off his beta, "it's okay, it's okay. I'll probably just ask later."
Derek turned his glare back to Isaac.
"O-or, or, never." Isaac gulped, "Never sounds great."
"No." Erica butted in, "We need to talk about this, Derek. Now."
"Erica," Boyd said, "I don't think this is a good idea."
"But!" Erica exclaimed, "It's hard for me too, you know? You're my alpha, Derek! Stiles, Stiles is a friend of mine. He's an amazing friend of mine! You think, maybe it's time to work it out? I don't like seeing both of you hurt."
"Shut up, Erica!" Isaac said.
"Shut up, Isaac." she crossed her arms, "We have to help them figure out how they're gonna work it out. They just keep on hurting themselves emotionally. Besides-."
"Erica," Boyd held her hand, "Please, don't."
"I read somewhere that girls are very noisy, like, they won't stop talking and minding other people's businesses." Derek snapped, "Studies say it's because females have two mouths, one on the head and one between their legs."
"Yupp," Isaac chuckled, "I'm glad I didn't have a vagina. Which reminds me, Derek, do you find me, like, you know, attractive?"
"You're not my type."
"Wow," Isaac tapped Derek's arm, "You're so straight to the point. AND, you have a type."
"Stiles is Derek's type." Erica snickered.
"Can you three please not mention his name, please?" Derek begged.
"I never said Stiles' name-." Boyd covered his mouth and Derek glared at him, "Sorry."
"Thank you, Boyd." Derek said sarcastically.
When the next day came, Erica went to school early. Her mouth was itching; she needed to tell Stiles that they had a talk about him. Maybe Derek was right about girls having two mouths.
"Hey!" Erica greeted and sat beside Malia in the Beacon Hills High School Cafeteria. Stiles and Scott were across them, "Stiles, oh my gosh, we talked about you yesterday."
Stiles almost spit the apple juice he was drinking, "WHAT DID HE SAY?!"
"Well, he didn't say much." Erica explained, "But I can tell he's also thinking about you."
"Really?" he smiled.
"Anyway, damn those boys!" Erica snarled, "I was in a car full of testosterone all ganging up on me."
Scott, Stiles and Malia's jaws dropped and stared at Erica.
"NOT LIKE THAT!" her eyes widened, "OMG NOT LIKE THAT! THAT'S SO GROSS, GUYS."
"WHAT'RE WE SUPPOSED TO THINK?!" Stiles burst out, "YOU SAID TESTOSERONES WERE GANGING UP ON YOU!"
"NEVER MIND." Erica bit an apple as red as her lips.
"So, going back," Stiles turned to Scott holding index cards, "Incongruous?"
"Absurd!" Malia burst out.
"Wow, good job, Malia." Scott smiled at the werecoyote.
"Progress." Stiles winked at her and gave thumbs up.
"Hmm.." Stiles shuffled the cards, "Aha! Ephemeral?"
"Mmm…" Scott examined his arm, "lasting for a very short time. Like my tattoo."
"Aww," Stiles patted Scott's shoulder, "Sorry about that, bro."
"What tattoo?" Erica asked.
"I had a tattoo last night, but it healed." Scott responded, "I was thinking, that maybe, maybe Derek can help me get one? He got the triskelion on his back."
They all stared at Stiles.
"WHAT?"
"But I'd like to have your permission first." Scott told Stiles.
"I'm not Derek, Scott." he sipped from his juice box, "Go ask him."
"I mean, with this thing going on between you two, you know?"
"It's okay."
"Will you come with me?"
After school, Scott and Stiles went to the Hale House with Malia. The werecoyote joined her dad in the living room to talk about family matters and the boys went to Derek's room. Scott asked Derek for the tattoo.
"So," Derek lit the blowtorch, "two bands right?"
"Yupp." Scott nodded.
"Can I go now?" Stiles asked and started walking away, "I'm not really a fan of this tattoo burning thing."
"Wait." Derek held Stiles wrist and immediately let it go, "Sorry, uhh. Stay, hold him down."
"I, uhh, o-okay!" Stiles held Scott down, blushing.
"This will hurt." Derek said and started drawing on Scott's arm.
Scott growled and passed out because of the extreme pain.
"Oh my God, is Scott okay?!" Stiles asked, worrying.
"He is. He's just in pain." Derek continued drawing the bands.
"I'm in pain." Stiles said and the two of them looked at each other.
"Shut up." Derek went back to drawing the tattoo.
"Derek, we need to talk."
"Shut up."
"Please."
"I'm gonna use this blowtorch on you."
"Come on!"
"I'm burning your penis."
"You can't." Stiles put his tongue out, "You love my penis so much."
"Shut up."
"DEREK."
"SHUT UP."
"UHHH."
"SHUT UP."
"BUT-."
"SHUT UP."
"DEREK-."
"SHUT UP."
"I-."
"SHUT UP."
"LET ME-."
"SHUT UP."
"UHH."
"SHUT UP."
"FINE!"
"OKAY."
"OKAY."
"SHUT UP."
"AGHHHHH!" Stiles broke.
Scott woke up sweating. The bands looked good on the werewolf.
"Thanks, Derek." Scott smiled.
"No problem." Derek answered, his arms at the back.
"So Derek-."
"Love you, Stiles."
"REALLY?!" Stiles' eyes widened with joy.
"No." Derek slammed the door on his face.
"YOU DON'T PLAY WITH PEOPLE'S FEELINGS LIKE THAT, DEREK!" Stiles banged the door, "HEY YOU, COME OUT HERE! COME OUT!"
Derek leaned on his door, laughing his sexy butt out.
